Wednesday 19 August 2020

White rice and milk pudding

I grew up in a home without garlic, and almost without onions. It was, with hindsight, really weird; because, apart from treacle tart and cornflakes, Allium makes an appearance in almost every meal now. How dull life would be if the only additives were salt and white pepper. Part of my growing up was to leav ehome and the country I was born to see whether the other field was greener. It definitely was because I chose to go [back] to Ireland just after I got to vote and didn't live in England for the next decade. The other thing I did was hook up with someone who was born in West Africa and liked her food hot. That set my clock for chili, cumin, and fenugreek.

We had Dau.II the Foodie to visit for a week along with her bloke, a super-talented singer-song writer, bassist, keyboardist and ♬♫♩♪ist.  A couple of things came up in chat. One item was the news that BIPOC Appétit chefs Priya Krishna [C], Sohla El-Waylly [R] and Rick Martinez [L] will not be going back to Condé Nast to make youtube content for nothing or buttons . . . while their white co-workers get a decent living. I wrote about this shabby discrepancy in June. Condé Nast, the parent company of Bon Appétit, talked large about mending their two-tier ways and re-negotiating contracts to be fairer; and, like, less black&white. But their HR people couldn't get a deal over the line and none of those really talented, knowledgeable foodies will be on BAp youtube no more. Although Priya & Sohla will continue to write for the company. It is standard HR practice to persuade employees that their remuneration is GDPR personal and won't be divulged to anyone else. But the flip side of this is that the employees don't talk about how much they're getting; so nobody can make comparisons. Needless to say, HR & Finance will use this reluctance to talk to divide and conquer; persuading the softest targets to accept less money. Well s l o w handclap HR, because you'll be left with a blander, whiter, less attractive product that fewer people will want to watch. I can't bear to watch "Every time Sohla shared her expertise and Bon Appétit didn’t pay her"

At his last place of work (a multinational civil engineering company), The Boy found out that a female engineer, with equivalent paper quals, and a little more experience, was taking home rather less that he was each month. He was shocked, but not angry or indignant enough to come out on strike about it. In my [public sector] business, the pay-scales are all out there in the public domain. It is easy to work out how much I earn if you know the date I was promoted to "Lecturer" [hint 2015]. It's damnable and I can't begin to make a case that my contribution to the service of the state is three times more valuable [before tax] than that of my "Assistant Librarian" daughter.  And in the music trade, there is a similar reluctance to talk about money and do things transparently. That leads to a loss of trust and presumably contributes the the extreme volatility in who plays with whom.

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